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  The most blessed story of my life 1
  
  *I never imagined existing in such a wonderful world.
  *The reason why I am the luckiest guy in my generation.
  
  In 1983, my first tripsabroad were to the US and Europe, a mysterious and unexpected experience. I enjoyed flying and admiring beautiful scenery, visiting historical sites like the Lincoln Memorial, the Statue of Liberty, and the Empire State Building. In Rome, Italy, I visited historical sites like the Catacombs, St. Peter's Cathedral, and the Colosseum, feeling the excitement of meeting people from various countries. The experience began with an infinite, dreamlike world in front of me.
  
  My fully world travelstarted after that. When the opportunity presented itself, I did not pass it up, and when it did not, I mame it and went out. World travel has risen to the top of my bucket list. Because my job was never more than a means of subsistence for me, my values shifted as my surroundings did. Finally, my job has become a secondary means to globe travel. I shifted my life's ultimate goal from hardware to software. It was a wise decision. Since then I've enjoyed my globe travels so long.
  
  I still make an effortto observe as many of nature's marvels through the window each time I fly. By conversing with individuals from various cultures, I strive to learn something new. I cherish every second because I know that if I miss it, I won't get another chance. Regardless of their nationality, I approach them I encounter from around the world and strike up a conversation. As a result, my wife sometimes blames me. However, I can explain why I'm doing that.
  
  The reason for thisis that the generation preceding the Korean War shared a common memory of being impoverished. I can't undo such terrible wounds and traces. In fact, it is my sincere desire not to erase it. Because I have sad recollections of that period, I can feel thankfulness and happiness now. This is another rule I've learned via experience.
  
  In the 1950s,I was in fifth grade in Mapo, walking 20 kilometers to reach the school due to lack of a train ticket. Fortunately, I received a corn ration ticket and went to a church to receive corn. I ate meals and went to school while making food with flour and powdered milk from the USA. I really enjoyed soaking fried corn in water and savoring the delicious taste of soy sauce and barley rice. The happiness I experienced is hard to forget. -be continued-
  
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